Sif didn't give Professor Xavier her word. After Bruce was sleeping soundly, she took her handbag and went to Professor Xavier's office. "Professor, we need to talk."

"Mrs. Banner, please, come in."

Sif walked into the room, shut the door then took a seat. "My husband doesn't know I'm here."

"What do you need to talk about?" asked Xavier.

"You know why I'm here," said Sif.

"Please, tell me," said the professor.

"My husband tapped a child on her shoulder because she fell asleep in his classroom and he ends up nearly dying. I don't think that is an acceptable risk," said Sif. "He wants to keep his job. Could you ask him to leave?"

"You want me to fire your husband?"

"Is that such an odd request? We have money. I can pay for the damages to the classroom." She put her handbag on the desk and opened it to take out her checkbook.

"I don't want your money," said Xavier. "Bruce isn't going to touch Rogue, again."

"It isn't just Rogue," said Sif. "A child here make electricity appear in her hands. I've seen it. I came to Misgard for prenatal care. My husband tells me its an easy job teaching science and math to gifted children. When I met my husband, he told me he was a mutant. I understand his need to give back, but I'm frightened."

"You have dragons and giant snakes on your home planet," said Xavier. "Are a bunch of school children more scary than that?"

"I'm terrified of dragons," admitted Sif. "Just ask my husband."

"No dragons here," said Xavier in his annoyingly calm voice. "You go back to your husband. Everything will be alright."

Sif picked up her handbag and got out of her chair. "I'll go back to my husband." She walked back to their room in the mansion, not knowing why she was going back. After putting away her handbag, she took off her jacket and went back into bed beside her husband, who was still sleeping. She had came so close to losing him. As she touched his face, tears rolled down her cheeks. Resting against him, she felt the fall and rise of his chest.

Two boys had to pull him away from Rogue. Sif didn't know what Professor Xavier meant by sucking out his life force, but she didn't want her husband to die. She remembered the last time he was sick. At least, this time he wasn't in any pain. He was just tired, but he had already slept over a day.

xxxx

The next day, Bruce returned to teaching. "I, obviously, need to make this class more fun. I can't have any of my students falling asleep, again."

Some of the students giggled.

"Let's play Science Jeopardy today. Each table is a team."

Jubilee raised her hand. "Did you ever teach before?"

"I taught at a college," said Bruce. "But I never taught high school before. This is a private school, so I can assume you all want to be here and are ready to learn."

Kitty giggled.

"I didn't know about Xavier's School when I was your age. You're so lucky to have this school. I'm only going to be here until Professor Xavier can find a permanent replacement for Dr. Grey since my wife and I plan to return to Asgard after our daughter is born." Bruce said, "Theresa, would you like to hand out the answer sheets?"

Theresa walked over to the teacher's desk.

"Each table gets one," explained Bruce. "You need to supply the questions. Since I didn't bring buzzers, you will have to raise your hands."

Theresa started handing out the answer sheets.

"Logan, I know you're out there," Bruce said, walking toward the door. "My sense of smell is almost as good as yours. Next time you want to lurk, take a bath or drink a little less beer. Kitty and Jubilee need a third. You can be on their team."

Logan entered the classroom and, sheepishly, took a seat by the two girls.

Bruce looked at his answer sheet - it was a blur. Then he took a magnifying glass out of a bin and used that to read the first row on the answer sheet. "Table one goes first. You can discuss the question before you raise your hand. If you get it wrong, another table has a chance to steal."

After class, Bruce walked over to Logan. "You did pretty good."

Logan shrugged his shoulders. "Science isn't my thing."

"So I heard Rogue landed you in the infirmary twice. Storm also tells me you're sixteen. I don't see any more gray hair on my head." Bruce smiled slightly. "A few more, but not enough to explain why a sixteen year old looks like you."

"I have amnesia," said Logan.

"I saw you heal after you withdrew those claws. Someone had to have given you a massive cerebral hemorrhage or shot a bullet into your eye that ricocheted around your Adamantium skull, but that would suggest that more than your claws are Adamantium." Bruce smiled at him. "Sorry, I'm a doctor. If the damage was done by either a stroke or a foreign object turning your brain into Swiss cheese, you can give up on trying to remember because gray matter isn't there to remember."

"Thanks, Doc." Logan didn't sound thankful.

"Professor Xavier should tell you these things," said Bruce. "He must be keeping you in the dark for a reason. Storm was the one who told me you were sixteen and a student here. I'm sure the other professors wouldn't mind if you sat in on their classes."

"I'll consider it," said Logan.

"Would you like to join my wife and I for lunch?" Bruce found Sif reading a children's book in the library.

"Hello, Logan," said Sif.

"Hello, Mrs. Banner," said Logan.

"Sif," said the expectant mother.